Purgatory in Modern Terms

Even on the road to hell I still managed to get lost.I can’t even go to hell without screwing up.And I’m a guy,and everyone knows this thing guys have about asking for directions.I don’t know where the hell I am or how I got hereand have utterly lost track of where to take my next step.I don’t want to find myself by the front gate of that other place,heaven forbid.It’s like that time I was on the subwaygoing between the Bronx Zoo and Coney Island Astrolandnot knowing for sure whetherI wanted to walk among beasts or sail the Skyride above the crowd.So I just went back and forth for hours.It’s just like that now,except here there’s no conductor to finally throw me off the train.I know where I belong, I think,and I know the way there, but maybe not.A line is between two points, but a circle?That’s where I find myself,going round and round with no points to point to,forever and a day getting more and more dizzypointless, before- now-and-forever, all pointless,just like it was when my lungs breathed and my heart thumped.